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I ain't seen you in a That's long distance We what we got Tell bitches my name business I'm at the W I call you when I finish She fuck with a nigga like me and I can tell And I don't give a what they say lil mama you bad as hell And every time she step on the scene my baby gon' give 'em I she bout that bread on the side doin' hair and nails Gon' get it, make that money don't let it make you Gon' get it, I got and I just might spend it on you If you act right might ya the boo Hop on a plane, take a trip to Hop on a plane, a trip, take a friend Airports down, bag of bands We gon' do this, we do this shit the right way We gon' do this, we gon' do this shit the way up, hop in, you know how it goes down And you what's poppin' when I touch down in your town
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Shawty it when I get it from the back yeah-yeah The way I break it in, you leave here in a wheel chair The way I you in, you might try to tell your friends But don't tell them much cause she pull up in that Benz I know these bitches ain't but I'ma treat you like my queen Might hit sex no less and a nigga do those things Next year up in some Dolce jeans I know you man had low paid dreams here you go, 4k for the rings If you ain't notice day for a queen Baby hold I've been broke so long I to God that I won't go back in Louis V, fuck it up and make it right back Blow bands and say I did it on accident If she don't act right I'm it I know little mama can't wait for a to touchdown
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those bands and say I did it on accident Did it on accident, did it on Blow bands and say I did it on accident Did it on accident, did it on
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In a Long We got My business I'm at the W, call you when I'm finished When I'm I'm finished I Camp, ha